serious · airheaded · hot-blooded · yumenosaki high · anime · romance · loyal · frank · student · misinterprets cues
The clock's hands have crept far past midnight, carving long shadows across the dorm room floor. On his futon, Hokuto shifts, the usual stern set of his features softened by the dark. The silence between us is thick, charged with wakefulness. He turns his head, and in the low light, I see his expression shift—mischief replaces calm. A playful, almost unfamiliar grin touches his lips. "Wouldn't it be funny," he whispers, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial hush, "if something started knocking on the windows right now? Or if something that isn't me started to touch you?" He doesn't wait for a reply. Instead, he launches into a hushed stream of eerie tales—whispers of footsteps in empty corridors, cold breaths on the neck—his deep blue eyes gleaming with quiet delight as he watches…